Robert Alan Stasiak

My darling husband Corky is gone. He passed about an hour ago, 11:15pm on 2/2/24. Just this morning we moved him from the Cleveland Clinic Indian River Hospital where he spent 8 days to a beautiful VNA Hospice just down the street.
Cork had been experiencing increasingly intense symptoms for over a year now; choking when trying to swallow, difficulty speaking & fibrillations in his upper arms. We received the first tentative diagnosis in early August, and the confirmations a week before Christmas – ALS, or Lou Gehrigs disease.
Cork's was the most lethal type, bulbar, because it affects the neurons that control breathing. It also robs you of your ability to talk, which was particularly cruel for Cork since he loved to tell his stories about his years as an audio engineer with rock stars.
I plan to bring his ashes to PR, where one of his surfer buddies will paddle his ashes out to his favorite surf break.
Because of my darling's likability & gabbiness, I am surrounded by dear friends down here in Florida.
He is & always will be the love of my life, my Music Man, my Silver Surfer, & my Chuckle Bucket – he always found a way to make me laugh. I will love him til the day I die and beyond.